Too Much Love Will Kill You

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

*THIS IS IT GUYS! THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER! I've finished this story for now, but there will be a little drabble about after this ends and so on, once I get over this one 😂😭
I hope I did the story justice with the ending, and I am so fucking thankful for you all for reading and keeping up with this series until the end. I've loved writing these books, and I honestly can't believe it's been as popular as it has been!
I want to say that I mean no disrespect, and I'm not trying to make a joke out of Freddie's life, and what he went through, at all. I hope it doesn't come across as I did, because I would hate people to think that. Freddie means the word to me (as does the whole band) and I would never want to disrespect him and how his life sadly ended.
Right, so that's it! Thank you again, for loving this story and if you like, you can look out for my new story coming soon called "Just Smile" 😉
Anyways, thank you so much! Enjoy! 💕💕💕💕*

*3RD PERSON POV*
*Eight Months Later*
"You haven't called me here for no reason Doctor," Freddie sighed, his leg bouncing up and down as he sat in front of the man he'd come to see more often than he'd like. "it's, it's bad, isn't it?" He asked, having a pretty sure idea of why Dr Grant had phoned just shy of half past 8 in the morning to get him to his office, "as soon as possible". The doctor sighed, his heart in his throat as his eyes wracked over the papers he held in front of him. He felt sick thinking of having to tell Freddie the news he'd found out earlier that morning. "Doctor?" Freddie quizzed, snapping the man out of his daze as his eyes focused on the frontman. "I've, I've got it?" He nodded, his eyes quickly filling with tears (as did Dr Grant's). The silence in the room was enough to give Freddie his answer as the pair held eye contact, the older of the two instantly feeling the colour drain from his face. This was it. He had AIDS.

"I'm, I'm so sorry Freddie." Dr Grant said quietly, feeling himself start to unravel a little as he watched the news sink in to his friend. "There, we tried, but, we...I'm sorry." He sighed, stumbling over his words. He didn't know what to say. He'd not had a another patient he'd been as close to as Freddie (and John), and having to tell him he was effectively dying, felt so wrong.

"I-I, it's okay." Freddie sniffled, trying his hardest not to break down there and then. He'd not woken John to tell him where he was going, or to even give him a chance to join him, which backfired on his end because now he had to tell him he was dying himself. He felt the dread fill his stomach at the idea of having to sit his husband down and tell him he had AIDS. He could already see John's face, he knew the reaction. "I, I, John will have to k-know." He sniffled again, shaking his head as his eyes focused down on his fiddling hands sitting in his lap.

"I can call him, if you like?" The doctor suggested. "I can ask him to come in so I can talk to you both together?" He threw out, maybe making it a little easier for Freddie if he told John instead. Freddie pondered the idea. He didn't want to tell John himself, but he also didn't mean to push the responsibly onto anyone else either. It was his illness, his news to share. He didn't feel right making Dr Grant do his dirty work for him.

"I can tell him." The singer nodded, feeling a little lightheaded at the idea. He had to do this.

"Are you sure? Freddie I don't mind-"

"It's my responsibility." Freddie said seriously, cutting him off as his eyes finally met the doctor's. "I, I'll tell him." He nodded again, taking a deep breath. "Is there, do we have anything else to discuss?" He asked, clearing his throat as he sat up further in his seat. He had to be mature about this. He couldn't sit and wallow and sob when he knew this was coming. He knew he'd be bound to contract AIDS sooner or later, so it can't come as a shock.

"Just the idea of medication and things to help ease everything for you," Dr Grant explained. "but that can wait if you want to speak to John first. If you want him here when we talk about that, I mean." He sighed. Freddie nodded once again, deciding that telling John first so he could be there for all the medical talk would be a good idea. He didn't want to keep him out of the loop in any way. He deserved to know everything. "How about I schedule an appointment for tomorrow morning? That way you can have some time to process everything, before we jump straight into it?" He suggested again.